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SACRIFICE

arms in merest whim, a tiny little warm living flesh to fill my lap, and I shall offer you whatever you wish. (Enters Nakshatra.) Prince Nakshatra, why are you so excited?

Nakshatra

Tell me what you want of me.

Gunavati

The thief that steals the crown awaiting you,—remove him. Do you understand?

Nakshatra

Yes, except who the thief is.

Gunavati

That boy, Druva. Do you not see how he is growing in the King's lap, till one day he reaches the crown?

Nakshatra

Yes, I have often thought of it. I have seen my brother putting his crown on the boy's head in play.